Twilight is four, and the sky will be late. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is the Qingming season, the world is drizzling, people have quickened the pace, who expected the rain to come fiercely, after a while it will become a heavy rain.

A group of people on the mountain road are stuck on the pavilion halfway up the mountain to avoid the wind and rain.

This is a funeral procession, about twenty or thirty people, except for the funeral musicians and a few funeral subordinates dressed in linen and filial piety, the other dozen or so people are all dressed as sergeants, not like they are here to mourn, but like they are coming to escort the prisoners.

The two groups of men and horses each surrounded a huge coffin, one side of the people had tears in their eyes, and dared not speak angrily, while the sergeants were full of coldness, not aware of the thoughts of the group at all.

At this time, the man who looked like an officer at the head raised his eyes and glanced at the misty mountain road, and said a little impatiently: "You have also rested this time, and you don't hurry up, you missed the auspicious time for your wife's burial, and the general blamed it, and you can't afford this responsibility!" ”

This group of people is the funeral procession of Meng Yunxiao, the wife of the Zhenguo General's Mansion, but the Miss Meng family died violently in the boudoir, and the general was buried directly as his wife in the memory of the past friendship, so the funeral was carelessly grand.

It was getting late, it was raining heavily, the mountain road was muddy, and it was reasonable to say that they shouldn't go anymore, but they were in a hurry to go back to their lives, so they hurriedly urged the Meng family to hurry up.

The people were resentful, but they didn't dare to make a mistake, this Meng Yunxiao died tragically before he left the cabinet, it stands to reason that he is not qualified to enter the ancestral tomb of the Meng family, this general Xu Yuanliang is not afraid of bad luck, and carried Meng Yunxiao's coffin into the ancestral tomb of the Xu family, which is also an extremely kind thing.

It was rumored throughout the capital that General Xu was affectionate and righteous, and he actually married his fiancée as a wife and buried him in the ancestral grave, which was really admirable, and he had a reputation as a lover.

But in this current situation, how can there be any pity for Meng Yunxiao? It was clearly perfunctory, and I hoped that the Meng family would be grateful to Dade.

A little girl suddenly knelt on the edge of the coffin, helped the edge and cried bitterly: "Miss, you haven't entered the ground yet, this group of people dare to abuse you so badly, you know what you know, but don't let go of these wolf-hearted things!"

The slave maid has been favored by the young lady since she was a child, and she can always serve by the young lady's side, and she really can't bear to see the young lady suffer such an insult after her death, so she simply crashed to death on your coffin, so that she can go down and continue to follow the young lady......"

After saying that, she actually hit her head into the heavy coffin, and everyone couldn't take care of it, and in an instant, she was drenched in blood!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the officer surnamed Pang turned around and caught the maid's crumbling body.

The family members of the Meng Mansion went up one after another, crying silently, and helped the little girl down and comforted: "Bijin, why are you so stupid? Miss has always loved you, and Izumi knows how much I should feel sorry for you......"

Bi Jin ignored the blood stains on his face, grabbed the sleeve of the officer surnamed Pang with one hand, and said coldly: "General Pang, you see that the rain does not fall early or late, but at this time, it is clear that my young lady is unwilling to be buried in the ancestral grave of the Xu family, if the general insists on going his own way, I am afraid that none of us in the twenty or thirty people will want to go down the mountain safely!" ”

Pang Yuning's face changed when he heard this, and he grabbed the collar of the maid named Bijin and said angrily: "What you said is clearly a lie, and you deliberately sabotage the good relationship between the Xu and Meng families to marry Qin and Jin!" ”

Bi Jin's eyes turned black when he was caught, and the excessive blood loss made her face pale, but she suddenly giggled: "Qin Jinzhi is good? This man is dead, which one is better? It's not a day or two for General Xu to repent of his marriage, my young lady has always been healthy, why did she die violently within a few days after seeing the general return to his home that day? It is obvious that General Xu didn't want to marry the young lady, and he was afraid of the crime of being unlucky, so he made this poison! ”

When Pang Yuning heard this, his face changed suddenly, he had followed Xu Yuanliang to fight in all directions for more than ten years, and he knew the temperament of that general, plus he seemed to be fighting with a woman recently, this Meng family's maid's words may not be groundless!

Thinking of this, his fingers on the saber tightened, and his eyes glanced at his subordinates with cold eyes, and the sword in his hand slashed the girl's neck.

Seeing that the commander had already made a move, the sergeant below couldn't help but draw his sword and stab at the subordinates of the Meng family, and for a while, the corpses were all over the ground, and the blood flowed like a river, and the group of funeral processions were killed in an instant. The strong smell of blood lingered in the small pavilion halfway up the mountain, and when the mountain wind blew, the entire tomb mountain was shrouded in a bloody wind.

Pang Yuning straightened up and stood up from the ground, his eyes couldn't focus on ******, he only gritted his teeth and ordered: "Rest on the spot, wait for the rain to be lighter before going up the mountain, and be sure to put my wife into the ground before dawn tomorrow." The Meng family and his party have emotional intelligence, and they can't bear the hardships of their wives, and they have all been martyred! ”

His voice was cold, and it became a little distorted because of excessive restraint, and the sergeants couldn't help but be shocked when they heard the words, and they all bowed their heads and said yes, and for a while, there was a deathly silence.

"Karakala ......"

In this boundless silence, there was a strange sound suddenly, which was particularly abrupt in the deep mountains.

Pang Yuning's tense nerves were suddenly touched, and he scolded vigilantly: "What a sound!" ”

Several sergeants looked around, but this was a clearing halfway up the mountain, and their eyes were so wide that not to mention people and even birds could not escape their eyes.

"General...... There's no one around here......" A sergeant reported, subconsciously looking at the dozen or so neatly stacked corpses and the huge black coffin, and couldn't help but be shocked.

This, this, this...... Could it be that a dozen or so unjust souls are doing it?

"Karakala ......"

The atmosphere was enveloped in fear for a while, and Pang Yuning kicked at the panicked sergeant and scolded angrily: "How can Lao Tzu bring out a bad seed like you? Is this little thing scared like this? You're still a soldier! I've looked for it carefully, General Ben wants to see what is pretending to be a ghost here! ”

Suddenly, someone shouted, pointed to the huge coffin and trembled, "General...... That and that...... The voice seemed to be ...... Coming out of the coffin! ”

Everyone was suffocated, and they all fell silent, surrounding the coffin, only to hear the sound of "Kala, Kala" getting louder and louder, and it came from the huge coffin in front of them!

The sergeant on the side leaned into Pang Yuning's ear and whispered, "General...... and the end will hear the voice...... It looks like someone is scratching the coffin board inside! ”

As soon as he said this, more than a dozen people around him took a few steps back in fright, listened attentively, and almost cried, the sound was not like someone scratching the coffin board with his nails!